Fractured Rainbow

High Peaks Wilderness, Adirondacks, NY. Wandering the tiny summit of Owls Head Mountain in Keene Valley, I watched the steady glow of sunrise descend from the peaks, illuminating the ridgelines and foothills as it lit them first, then washed downwards. The clouds took on the light, though whether the light of morning or a reflection upwards of an intense autumn, was arguable. All the colors of a rainbow, I thought, fractured and rearranged, but the spectrum is still there. I have images of perfect rainbows. I think nature reserves their use to prove she's got one trick nobody can resist dropping everything to look at. We're taught there's a pot of gold on the other side, like some kind of symbolic parallel to crossing the bridge of life, ascending and descending to a reward at the finish. Halfway over though, I found I didn't want to feel like I already hit the high point, that the end is in sight. So maybe this is more appropriate to the arc of my path, a rainbow shattered along the way and raining down in countless pieces. An imperfect attempt at success by an imperfect man. I look out there and think, I've got a lot of climbing left to do.

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$High Peaks Wilderness, Adirondacks, NY. Wandering the tiny summit of Owls Head Mountain in Keene Valley, I watched the steady glow of sunrise descend from the peaks, illuminating the ridgelines and foothills as it lit them first, then washed downwards. The clouds took on the light, though whether the light of morning or a reflection upwards of an intense autumn, was arguable. All the colors of a rainbow, I thought, fractured and rearranged, but the spectrum is still there. I have images of perfect rainbows. I think nature reserves their use to prove she's got one trick nobody can resist dropping everything to look at. We're taught there's a pot of gold on the other side, like some kind of symbolic parallel to crossing the bridge of life, ascending and descending to a reward at the finish. Halfway over though, I found I didn't want to feel like I already hit the high point, that the end is in sight. So maybe this is more appropriate to the arc of my path, a rainbow shattered along the way and raining down in countless pieces. An imperfect attempt at success by an imperfect man. I look out there and think, I've got a lot of climbing left to do.$